The dead man's chest rose and fell as he took in the air that could grant him the life that was taken away from him. He tried to show the ones who would miss him most that he was alive, but he couldn't Because to the world, he was nothing but a corpse- a cold, dead thing- but to himself he was alive and living amongst the world.
He knew soon that he would be put in a box and placed underground forever; yet he knew he would be living on forever more; as a wisp floating through the lives of others, or as a gentle breeze that joins the wind made up of others just like him.
Those who forever shall be wandering around for they are the spirits and souls of those who are gone... Forever. 05.28.13
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Short Stories
Short StoryMultiple stories that I just write. Usually short one-shots.
